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'Tis better, that the enemy seek us :
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd;
That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
Good night, Titinius: - Noble, noble Cassius,
Farewell, every one.
[Exeunt Cas. TIT. and Mrs.
Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown.
Give me the gown.
Where is thy instrument?
Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Call Claudius, and some other of my men : I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius!
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
Var. Calls my lord?
Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius.
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.
Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sougia for so: I put it in the pocket of my gown.
[Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
It does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep agan;
O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy! Lucius! - Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!Claudius!
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so: their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it; they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 'tis not so.
Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen?
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do. Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Antony, The posture of blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar :
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up again? Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Young man, thou could'st not die more honourable. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Join'd with a masker and a reveller. Ant. Old Cassius still!
Oct. Come, Antony; away. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth : If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Lucilius; hark, a word with you.
[BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart.
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
I but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd
Now, most noble Brutus,
Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself: I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life: -arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high powers, That govern us below.
Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome?
Bra. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
Come down, behold no more. —
Come hither, sirrah :
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine
Now be a freeman; and, with this good sword, That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this
bosom. Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. Cæsar, thou art reveng d, Even with the sword that kill'd thee. [Dies.
Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius! Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him. [Exit.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
No, this was he, Messala,
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child!
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
[Charges the enemy.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit, charging the enemy. CATO is overpowered, and falls.
Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pin- | And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son.
Mes. Seek him, Titinius: whilst I go to meet
And bid me giv't thee? Didst thou not hear their
1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money.
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
1 Sold. We must not. - - A noble prisoner!
Not so, my lord.
It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Cli. Fly, my lord, fly.
Hence; I will follow thee. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.
I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar
Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,